Golden Glade kinpaku

ramesses, as usual, pursued his pleasure beyond the borders. he tangled with a pair of coyote women, promised them trinkets of bone, and rolled breathless and fragrant from their encounter into molten light. here he felt the scent of the forming archangels lingered, and he traipsed away from the cedar-kissed border.
pharaoh, believing himself alone, began to sing a remembered song. it was a sly and ribald little thing.
what is the name of a serpent with two minds?
be careful; she has coils for feet.
she will ensnare you, young runner.
she will swallow you in the most pleasant way —
his soaring tones wavered, then fell, for the lapis stare had fallen upon satsu, stalking through sunmotes. ramesses smirked, approaching with only watchfulness, and no words.